Old Bike

(albüm: Not A Trampoline - 2014)

Old bike
Rode it my whole life
Wonder if I might beat that old bike to the grave
Moon bright
Gliding down hillsides
Haze off a porch light flickers and catches my gaze

On my bicycle (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)
Rolling along
On my bicycle (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)
Singing my song
On my bicycle ride, hoping you'll come along

Warm night
Riding my soul bike
Doesn't quite roll right but it gets me where I need to be
There is no guide
Life is a slow ride
If you got an old bike come ride around here with me

On our bicycles (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)
Hands in the air
On our bicycles (Hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty, hum bitty-bitty)
Driving with care
On our bicycle ride

Everyone's at it alone sometimes
But it's better to have a companion ride
Everyone's Saturday night goes wrong sometimes
Along the ride (Along the ride)
Busted and rickety olden bike
Busted and missing a bolt or five
Holding together as long as I'm alive
Along the ride (Along the ride)

Ladies and gentlemen I despise (Oooh, despise)
Leave 'em alone as I drive on by (Alone! As I drive on by)
Never imagined it quite so divine to glide
Along the ride
(Oh yeah! It's the end of the song!)